The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in Edinburgh did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent gray mist that clung to the wool of coats and the stone of the tenements, turning the air into a wet, heavy substance that filled the lungs of anyone who dared to breathe it deeply. Inspector Arthur Pendelton stood at the window of his office, a room that smelled of stale tobacco and the distinct, metallic tang of old blood...

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